Tyrant Dragon, Apex of the Wyverns!

"What are you two talking about? I can't understand."

Just as Ning Tian's question made the atmosphere somewhat tense, Wu Feng spoke up, pulling the two out of their silent confrontation.

Shaking his head, Ning Tian did not want to answer.

Ning Wuque, however, said:

"Nothing. Rest for a bit and keep yourselves in peak condition. When the time comes, you and Ning Tian go first. Once you can't hold on any longer, I'll go test it myself."

"Fine, don't tell me... so mysterious."

Wu Feng curled her lips, then grabbed Ning Tian's arm and retorted:

"We won't need your help at all. With Ning Tian here, I can handle the Dire Dragon by myself. It's only a Soul Beast that just reached a thousand years—easy!"

Ning Wuque merely smiled and said nothing.

Only a Soul Beast that had just reached a thousand years?

There were differences even among thousand-year Soul Beasts, and those differences could be worlds apart!

The Dire Dragon was a direct descendant of the Tyrant Dragon, king of the wyverns. Though it lacked the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, it still possessed remarkably pure Dragon Power!

Take Ning Wuque's First Soul Ring, for example. A Dire Dragon that had just reached a thousand years could absolutely tear apart a Dark Gold Soldier Ant of the same age. Even a Dark Gold Terror Ant around five thousand years old would need to fight a life-or-death bloodbath against it!

It was a Tier 1 Soul Beast beneath top-tier Soul Beasts such as the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear and pure-blooded dragons. If Wu Feng could last three minutes before it, that would already be a question.

Even Ning Wuque had no confidence in defeating it without opening the First Gate of the Ninefold Yama Gates!

Of course, such a powerful Soul Beast ring would naturally be extremely difficult to absorb. If it were a low- or mid-tier thousand-year Soul Beast like a Dark Gold Soldier Ant, Wu Feng could even attempt one around two thousand years old.

But if it was a Dire Dragon, even one that had just reached a thousand years would depend on her own fortune. Whether she absorbed it safely or ended up bedridden and unable to move for half a month afterward would depend entirely on her own ability.

Soon, as time slowly passed, the atmosphere in the carriage once again fell silent.

Neither Ning Tian nor Ning Wuque brought up that sensitive topic again.

Before long, they successfully arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest.

After getting off the carriage, the three of them smoothly reached the place where the Dire Dragon had been released under the guidance of two Soul Saint stewards.

Looking into the distance.

It was a massive creature three meters tall and seven meters long from head to tail. Its form resembled that of a Velociraptor, but it possessed sturdier forelimbs and powerful hind legs.

The entire dragon was quietly eating the flesh of a bovine Soul Beast by the river. With a light bite of its sharp teeth, it could tear through the highly resilient hide, and every inch of its body radiated a brutal aura.

The Dire Dragon, one of the apex predators among wyverns!

"Martial Soul Possession! Ning Tian, buff me! Watch me knock that thing flat!"

Not long after they met, Wu Feng revealed her true nature. After rashly activating Martial Soul Possession, she intended to fight the Dire Dragon.

The aura brought by her Martial Soul Possession, along with her completely undisguised hostility, immediately drew the attention of the apex predator.

The Dire Dragon, which had been enjoying its meal by the river, instantly turned its head. Its gaze locked onto the three people two hundred meters away, then it raised its head and let out an enraged dragon roar!

"Roar—"

After the roar, it seemed to directly enter a predator's stance, lowering its body before lifting its feet and running into the surrounding forest. Like a sinister hunter in the jungle, it had made the three of them its prey.

The hunt had begun!

"Idiot!"

Ning Wuque cursed Wu Feng without any courtesy. Couldn't this girl first ask him about the Dire Dragon's specific information and weaknesses?

Why did she just charge headlong into battle the moment she saw a Soul Beast? Who hunted souls like that?

Beside him, Ning Tian could only helplessly rub her forehead. A leopard could not change its spots. Wu Feng had indeed become more patient, but she still retained her rash and impulsive personality.

The two did not conflict.

"Forget it. I'll cover you two. Ning Tian, buff Wu Feng."

"Alright. Martial Soul Possession—Seven Treasure Glazed Tile! First, Speed! Second, Dispel!"

An Exquisite Small Pagoda appeared in Ning Tian's hand. Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet and quickly lit up, and two beams of light entered Wu Feng's body in an instant.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the most universally useful top-tier Support System Martial Soul. It could provide percentage-based amplification according to the recipient's base attributes—a supremely valuable independent multiplier!

What was even more outrageous was that every amplification soul skill of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda would increase along with the user's Soul Power.

At its peak, it could even provide independent eighty-percent boosts to seven different abilities!

Ning Tian's first two Soul Rings were respectively "Speed," which enhanced speed, and "Dispel," which had two effects.

There was no need to explain "Speed." The first effect of "Dispel" was to directly remove relatively weak negative debuffs, while the second provided the recipient with a percentage-based mental clarity buff, improving a Soul Master's mental resilience.

At this moment, after receiving Ning Tian's enhancements, Wu Feng transformed into a fiery-red little dragonkin. One of her hands became Dragon Claws, and while her mind became clear, her speed increased by thirty percent as well.

"Roar!"

With an angry roar, she lowered her body and began observing the surrounding terrain, ensuring that she could intercept the Dire Dragon and engage it in battle the instant it appeared.

Perhaps it was because of Wu Feng's dragon roar.

The Dire Dragon, which had originally been running at high speed around the three of them, suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of anger. Its patience toward its prey dropped sharply, and it immediately began looking for an opportunity to strike at Wu Feng.

"It's coming."

As though he had anticipated it long ago, Ning Wuque also entered Martial Soul Possession. He did not intend to let Wu Feng suffer the consequences alone, but wanted to end this soul hunt directly.

The Dire Dragon, one of the apex wyverns, was extremely troublesome. Once it entered its hunting stance, it was twice as difficult to deal with as when facing it head-on!

They could not take risks. Even with two Soul Saints watching nearby, they could not.

"Roar—"

Two seconds after Ning Wuque spoke, a dragon roar followed. A huge, swift bipedal dinosaur burst from the forest to one side, its agile body slipping through the gaps between the trees like a loach as it pounced directly at Wu Feng.

Bang!

Ning Wuque threw a punch with astonishingly quick reflexes. Before Wu Feng could be knocked down by the dinosaur, he struck it with a fist and sent its pounce veering off course.

Hard—extremely hard!

Ning Wuque felt as though he had punched an iron plate. The Dire Dragon's rough hide was unbelievably tough!

As for the Dire Dragon that Ning Wuque had punched, only the direction of its pounce shifted. It swept past behind Wu Feng, missed, and landed to the left.

Thud!

Dust billowed up. The instant it landed, the Dire Dragon reacted swiftly, using the rebound from its hind legs to leap back into the forest without the slightest hesitation.

It had no intention of fighting head-on. A true hunter would not allow itself to be easily injured!

Moreover, it had sensed danger from that male upright bipedal ape! Lethal danger!

"Damn it, why doesn't this guy dare fight me?!"